Five hundred thousand.
It became deadly silent inside the room while I let the number melt on my tongue.
When it finally sank in, I broke into laughter.
Ethan leaned back and let me digest the news, Henry seethed so much that he emitted murderous intent, and my grandmother stood up and went to the desk beside her throne.
She pulled out a drawer and took something out before walking to us and throwing it on the stack of papers on the coffee table.
It was a little square box.
I still laughed at the absurdity of this deal when I leaned forward and took a look in the box.
A passport, another ID, a healthcare card, etc. Everything in the name of 'Jeremy Howard,' but with my picture on it.
Just that my red eyes were normal brownish ones, and the tattoo on my throat was gone, while the arms were covered by clothing. The pictures looked recently taken, which was impossible, so someone with some skills worked on 'Jeremy'.
